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letra de judgement day - jamn

[intro]

the most commonly traveled road to mediocrity, is “being realistic”
why would you want to be realistic?
what’s the point of being realistic?

[verse 1: j $oul]

a pool of fire, i’m guilty for ancient priors
came out with my 2 strikes, just wishing my skin was lighter
officer this ain’t dope, i’m slangin’ this sack of hope
they wondering how i’m clean, stay fly like a dove or soap
what you never seen a n-gga dress nice and talk better ?
was you expecting barettas ?
no kings ? no corettas ?
no dreams, just vendettas
big schemes, to get our letters
likе ds, i’m skipping class
my jeans is full of cash
they frisking all on my pockets, claiming thеy don’t harass
i’m black, yeah that’s a strike
dark skinned they give me life
my b-tch don’t wanna me love me, she won’t see me in the night
one minute she screaming f-ck me, then she saying f-ck me right
i told that b-tch if she suck me, i’ll be whatever she like
that ain’t right, yeah i know, i got too much on my mind
i fell in love with a demon, she just be stuck on my mind
i hope she hear this, i’m feenin’, i know she pay me no mind
it’s all love, baby girl, you’ll see all in due time
but for now i gotta hate you in the midst of rhymes
like, i don’t think about you when my eyes wide shut
and every b-tch i’m f-cking, close my eyes i picture us
life’s a contradiction, you happiest when you cry
cause this world is full pain, you escape it when you die
[hook x2]

it’s a cold world, man i’m about to break a sweat
they say life is what you make it
f-cked that b-tch i made a mess
i got too much on my plate
way too much on my chest
i ain’t got no time to waste
every second is a chance

[verse 2: j $oul]

i’m not a hero, i’m really just chasing zeros
i won’t be another n-gga just steady robbin’ dineros
i refuse, you never could fill my shoes
like pippen in ’93, you jordan missing the 2
got visions, now here’s the proof
only time they feeling you, is when your pictures on the news
suddenly they paying dues
b-tches throwing p-ssy, ion gotta pick & choose
i’m married to the game, she don’t f-ck with other dudes
i’m really on my sh-t, on my sh-t, just like a fly
and these b-tches on my d-ck, on my d-ck, they wonder why
homie i don’t never trip, like my kicks is always tied
all you n-ggas paying tithes, same n-ggas that laughed at me
when i told em i was rapping they would throw they cash at me
like you need bigger dreams, n-ggas never make it out
should’ve stuck to playing ball, instead you took the longer route
i was skipping in the halls, rehearsing like every bar
my teachers was pushing ravs, me, i want the foreign cars
i want a push to start, you n-ggas more pushing carts
you ain’t know that pushing keys, could get you behind the bars?
i ain’t trying to be a star, i’m sonnin’ all of you n-ggas
ain’t playing no f-cking games, like coach, i’m running you n-ggas
bet you gon name by the time the song is finished
my n-ggas never changed, never changed f-ck an image
promise i’m independent, muhf-ckas hold it down
catching waves like i’m swimming
these flows could make you drown
and soon i run my town
these dudes is really clowns
they creep without a sound
wait till, you turn around
and stab you in the back
and kick you when you down
don’t you ever trust that n-gga who don’t lift you when you down
don’t you trust em, don’t you…

- jamn

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